She could hear the little voice that sounded suspiciously like Hunter in her head telling her to stop being such a fag. It really was some cheesy shit out of a Saturday morning special, the player finds the one and then spends the rest of the story line changing their ways to get the girl. She knew that Tatum didn’t really approve of the way she used women and they used her, but she genuinely just enjoyed spending time with the redhead. It had nothing to do with getting with her redheaded friend, it just made her happier in the end.

“I know it sounds really stupid and cheesy, but it‘s true.” she laughed, she was blushing slightly. She felt really silly for being so sentimental, it was just so cliché. She couldn’t help it however, she just felt that way. Frankie, knowingly or unknowingly, had struck this incredibly fragile place for the blonde. She really didn’t want to tell Tatum that Frankie had hurt her so badly with just a few well place words. It meant that she had to admit that she was human, and had feelings just like everyone else.

“Frankie…she said a lot of things.” Mackenzie grumbled quietly, she knew that there was going to be no getting around telling Tatum at this point. So she took another deep breath and prepared to peal off yet another layer of emotional trauma for the redhead. “I guess what,” She paused, trying to get over herself and just say it. “Hurt the most, was when she told me that I was pathetic for hanging around you all the time when you only hung out with me because you felt sorry for me.” She clenched her teeth, and unconsciously tightened her hold on the redhead. She had hated how that stupid girl had made her feel like a useless waste of space that people only pitied. She couldn’t stand feeling like that. “Do you know how mad that made me? How much it made me doubt everything that I had become so comfortable with? I wasn’t just scared of loosing you but it made me worry that maybe you did only hang out with me because I was pathetic. Like, maybe tagging around with you like a lost puppy made you think that I was desperate for friends or something. I don’t know, she just hit me where it hurt. She emotionally shut me down, I just couldn’t handle it. People can say what they want, they can call me a slut, or a bitch, and I’ll just laugh in their faces. I don’t know if she knew it or not but Frankie pretty much busted right into my most secret fears and messed with them. That’s why I lost it so bad, I was terrified.”

She trailed off after that, not really knowing what else to say. She had pretty much laid everything out on the line for her friend. That was the most honest she had been with anyone about who she was. She was slightly in shock, there was no way to take any of it back now. Tatum could do with it what she wanted, but Mackenzie trusted Tatum to not make a fool out of her. She felt her anxiety melt away a little when Tatum kissed her head, whether Tatum knew it or not, it was the perfect reassurance for Mackenzie. It was a sign of acceptance, even after everything the blonde had told her.

“Yeah, you silly hippy, gosh!“ She teased in response to Tatum’s question, trying to lighten the mood a bit. She felt kind of bad after Tatum’s confession of how she wished everything could just be gravy. It certainly wasn‘t Tatum‘s fault that her and Frankie were fighting over her. “Tatum, in all honesty, it’s not your job to make us all happy. Frankie and I should be the ones trying to keep you happy if anything. You’re an innocent bystander in all of this. It’s really up to us to pretend to get along for your sake, because if we both care about you so much we shouldn’t demand that you choose. We should both want you to be happy, and leave all the deciding up to you. We’re just both selfish and don’t want to share such a good thing I guess.”